Guess who has to miss yet another day of work to participate in the legal system? Me. The system is flawed, and when I am at liberty to discuss the particulars, I will let you in on some really sickening things that are going down in Baltimore City. Until then, know that sometimes a Jury of your peers means a Jury of complete buffoons who do everything they told you not to do and violate their oaths by bringing personal feelings into the deliberation room. I guess that’s why the lawyers get to pick us. Idiots are easy to convince if you put the right shiny objects in front of them. Reasonable doubt doesn’t mean anything to unreasonable people.
On a less hostile note, I think it is funny how they pump in static over the speakers when counsel approaces the bench, so you can’t hear what they’re talking about. Muzak costs too much, apparently. I wonder if they paid too much of my tax money for a static machine, specifically designed and marketed for use in courtrooms.
I spent my lunch break in the land records office, looking up transfers of my house. It turns out that as recently as the 1940′s, the houses on my street were not referred to in the records by a house number, but by their size and distance from the nearest intersection. What I really wanted to find out was what year this house was built, as I have seen three different numbers in three different places. (the dates range from 1890 to 1913). I was not able to find the answer, but now I know where to look.
Well, I am off to the courthouse again tomorrow for the exciting finale… or maybe not.